Sea's Call

Prompt: [The message inside the fortune cookie, which contained only four words, has become my fate.]

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Kourtney feels the sand between her toes, the salty sea-breeze drying out her skin, the glare of the setting sun casting rays of orange across the water and causing her to squint.

This is the place of beginnings, and of ends. As the first primordial sea creatures struggled onto dry land with diminutive little stubs newly-made for walking, so too does one of their ancestors finally return to the primordial soup below.

Better where it's wetter.

One step, and then another. The sea gives way for but a single moment as she carves a path out of the water. But it rushes back. It always does, as no man can hold back the vengeful tides for long. She doesn't have a bathing suit on, but that doesn't stop Kourtney even as her gray sweatpants turn a bleak, murky black.

It's not like she'll need to wash these clothes ever again.

Even as her whole body is submerged in the water, even as her toes touch the precipice where the sandy plateau drops off into an ocean thousands of feet deep...? Kourtney doesn't struggle. The fortune she received from the cookie turned out to be her last.

Better where it's wetter.

Perhaps those vegans had a point. She could've shopped at Trader Joe's and made a nice quinoia mushroom avocado sandwich, but no! Her craving for the flesh of the innocent got the better of her. Kourtney ordered Japanese food. Sushi. Spicy Tuna, Salmon, California Roll, Shrimp Tempura. You name it, she ordered it. She ate it all up with great gutso, unheeding of the overfished plight of the tuna nor the hole in her wallet.

And those little fishies?

They prayed for power beyond their wildest dreams. By miracle was their call answered.

Now they demand justice.

And in a foregone conclusion, the sea claims its next victim, the hungry and displaced masses stripping Kourtney of precious meat and organs in a vengeful frenzy...

'til all they can do is knaw on the bones, satisfied.

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